I tried every roomslept in the bathtub tooI wanted to encase her in a glass wallsbefore anyone else had tried
but the fungus grew too fastamong us we grew too slowVan cover - how do I make it
not elsewhere, but here?emerald light, not glitter bitsO brooder of woodsbecame a door, a window, a bridge
for a forest - I'll listen, I'll love, I'll weep
and I will fail elsewhere, but never here.
What is the sum of 8 and 6:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.